I’m not sure when it happened. I’m not sure why it happened? The one undeniable fact is that it had happened; I became the Way Back Machine.
The desire to make things out of wood unencumbered with cords or batteries has been with me for a long time. I have watched Roy Underhill on and off for years thinking some day I would give it a try. Likewise I’ve watched Norm Abrham’s go from machine to machine and felt not an inkling to give that kind of woodworking a whirl. There’s nothing terribly philosophical behind this notion. I have never hoped to be ‘one with the wood’ or consciously thought about preserving a bit of history with saws. There’s not much to it other than preference. But a preference it is; I want to make things with handsaw and plane.
This is not the first anachronism of it’s kind. A couple of years ago I searched for a replacement for yet another electric shaver. Not finding an electric replacement, I discovered DE Razors and the joys of brush and soap. On researching that, I ended up with my first fountain pen. Time and again I’ve searched for solutions for 21st century living and ended with the finest technology the 19th century has to offer.
Perhaps it is woven into my DNA, I’ve always enjoyed history. I just never thought I’d be living history this soon.
Bonus: Three extra points if you can name the reference for the way back machine.
-- Wood is not velveeta